Answer:
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
Pirates put their booty in it.